Before We Were Together Ch. 03

Samantha lay poolside on a chaise. Her auburn hair cascaded over her pale, rounded shoulders and beads of sweat covered her bikini clad body as the strong Caribbean sun beat down on her. Her pretty golden brown eyes were shielded from view behind dark, oversized sunglasses and I grinned knowingly as I returned from the bar with a pair of tropical drinks in my hand.

"How does it feel," she giggled as I adjusted myself and settled into the seat beside her. I was acutely aware of the somewhat heavy device secured around my cock and balls and I shrugged.

"It's weird and kind of uncomfortable but sexy in a strange way," I replied honestly. I had never dreamed of wearing a male chastity device. It hadn't even been on my radar when Samantha had suggested it. She had always been the more reserved of us and while she had at times expressed an interest in being dominant over me sexually she had never had the temperament or knowledge to do so but she'd read up on the hotwife lifestyle and the idea of controlling my orgasms intrigued her.

"Does the little fella want out," she giggled and I felt a flutter in my belly. Her referring to my dick as little was oddly titillating and my dick began to tingle and plump in the metal confines of the restraint.

"Yes ma'am," I said quietly. "Have you been checking out the eye candy?"

"I have," Samantha purred. "Some really hot guys." Her comfort level talking about men she found attractive had increased exponentially in the 18 months since we'd opened our minds and begun sharing our lurid fantasies. She often told me about guys at work or at the gym who she wanted to fuck. It had become a regular part of our foreplay and it never failed to make me hard and utterly ravenous.

"The guy to my left is certainly your type," I replied quietly. He was a muscular black man with very dark skin and a smooth, shaved head. The contrast between his bright white teeth, his wide eyes and flesh wash striking and I knew he was my wife's type. Her attraction to black men had become center stage in our role-playing and fantasizing though she had not flirted with anyone since our trip to Disney a year earlier. Part of that was due to the COVID lock down and the fact that we hadn't traveled more than 40 miles from our home in more than seven months.

"That's the one," she giggled quietly. "Too bad he's with his wife." It was an empty threat, we both understood what her boundaries were. Samantha had not waivered in her insistence that she liked the fantasy but would never bring someone else into our sex life and I respected that but at times I did wish she would give it a try.

"What would you do if he was alone?" I asked softly. I felt my cock grow and I winced in pain as the chastity device pinched the head and forced it to retreat. Wearing it was still very new to me. I had done so in our bedroom while licking her pussy and fucking her with her favorite big black dildo but I'd never worn it outside in public.

"I'd invite him back to our room and suck his dick while you watch. Would that make you happy my little Piggy?"

"Very happy ma'am," I croaked. Hearing her call me piggy sent a shiver down my spine and my pulse quickened. I had shown her the pages of erotica I'd written over the years under the author name Herpiggy and it had felt liberating not to keep it a secret anymore. She had been somewhat shocked by the abundance of bisexual and transsexual content but I'd explained that I was sometimes curious about both and I enjoyed pushing my boundaries when I wrote. I assured her that I had never done either in real life and I had no intention to but it was a release writing about it and she understood.

Samantha leaned in and kissed my neck. "Would you like to see his big black cock slide deep into your wife's wet pussy?" She whispered in a low, raspy tone. Her warm breath tickled the nape of my neck and I shuddered at the vivid visual rattling around in my head. I had theretofore never heard my beautiful wife so sexually charged or open about wanting to fuck another man but it made my dick swell inside the unforgiving confines of my metal cock cage.

"I would love that," I groaned in wanton agony. I'd never been more aroused in my life and I brushed my lips across hers, tasting the salt of her perspiration on my lips. We kissed tenderly and our tongues danced briefly as our minds joined together in a mix of fantasy and reality.

"Maybe I'll do it," Samantha said with a devilish grin as she turned away and took a long sip of her drink leaving me to ponder how serious she was.

We stayed at the pool all afternoon and Samantha continued to tease and torment me the entire time. I felt what seemed like a steady stream of precum leaking from my bound dick and her words became more dirty and lurid with each fruity rum drink she consumed.

We were both somewhat drunk with a mix of alcohol and lust when we stumbled into our room to get ready for dinner.

"You got some color," I observed as Samantha undid the top to her bikini, setting her natural D cups free. She was a short, chubby woman with broad, rounded shoulders and full hips. She had been petite when we first met and she was at least 30 pounds heavier than the 120 she had weighed on our wedding day but her weight was down 50lbs in the last year and her confidence had started to return which made me very happy.

"So did you," she said with a warm smile. I could see a mix of love and lust in her pretty eyes and my dick began to plump in its cage.

Samantha dropped her bikini bottom to the floor and stared at my eager dick. She stepped towards me and gently grabbed my constrained manhood. "Your little dick looks angry. It's turning purple." She looked at me and the hairs on my arms rose to attention.

"It's been that way all day," I croaked as she tenderly caressed my balls. I felt like I was ready to explode and her touch was making me squirm.

"Take off my necklace," Samantha said in a low, raspy tone. She smiled and I quickly acquiesced to her command. She had worn the key to the chastity device on a gold chain around her neck since we had arrived at the adults only Sandals resort. Anyone knowledgeable about the life style would have easily guessed the dynamic of our relationship and that excited us both.

Samantha unlocked my cage and eased it over my growing dick. Her hand glided over my precum sickened shaft and she gazed lovingly into my eyes.

"If you last long enough I will let you fuck me," she purred as she cocked her head to the side and lightly bit her bottom lip. It had been more than a week since I had been inside her and I felt my sensitive dick tingle with each stroke. "Otherwise I will have to find a nice big black cock to satisfy me."

Samantha sank to her knees and took my hard dick into her warm mouth. Her tongue swirled over the tip and she caressed my smooth, shaved balls. Her eyes closed and she slid her lips down the pulsating shaft and I struggled to delay my climax.

My breathing labored and my eyes rolled back. Her mouth felt amazing and I knew I was a losing my battle. An afternoon of sexual torment coupled with not having climaxed in several days conspired against me and I warned my pretty wife that I was going to cum.

Samantha smiled up at me and let my throbbing manhood slide from her lips. She stroked the shaft and I groaned as I erupted, spewing a huge load of hot cum onto her big, beautiful breasts. My cheeks warmed with embarrassment as I emptied my balls prematurely and Samantha rubbed my cum onto her tits and ordered me to fetch her "boyfriend Paul" and the harness from my suitcase. I was mad at myself for not lasting longer but I did as I was told.

Paul was a 9.5 inch black dildo with a life like veiny shaft and a bulbous pink head. Unlike her other dildos, Paul did not have a suction cup at one end. Instead it would slide into a harness which I would buckle around my waist when she needed her boyfriend to fuck her.

I crawled between Samantha's thick thighs and lowered my lips to her succulent sex. I had always loved licking her pussy and she came quickly, soaking my face with her copious juices before I moved over her and slid Paul into her needy pussy.

My spend cock flopped uselessly beneath the harness as I pounded my wife with her big black dildo until she came hard, covering Paul with her girl juice.

"I think you need to be locked up until you learn to please me before you cum," Samantha teased and I nodded sheepishly. We showered together in the large shower stall and I washed my wife's soft sexy body with a luffa before she returned the favor and scrubbed my back. Once we were dried my wife locked my cage over my dick and balls and we both dressed for a night of dinner at the steak house and dancing at the resort night club.